His name is Pedro Flynn. He is thirteen years old. His father is Irish, his mother is Mexican. He does not know his father, who left them when Pedro was only five days old.

He sits on the doorstep of the low adobe house, sipping water from a cracked cup and gazing at flowers his mother planted in empty tin cans.They are very poor; Pedro knows this is his father's fault; he left them alone, with nothing.One day, when he is old enough, Pedro will go in search of his father. To make him pay what is owed.

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